Friday, July 20, 2012
Boys Night
Day 219:
Today was a relatively easy one, Son. Turns out my company is moving offices this afternoon, and so we were relieved of our business duties early; around Noon. The idea was that the company would then head out to a family picnic, but the forecast called for rain and so I made the decision to ditch the work folks and spend the afternoon with the Lion Heart.
After picking you up around 12:30pm, me and Mommy decided to meet for lunch at the local mall and make a couple of stops to pick things up for our vacation next week. After running those errands the decision was made to head back to the house and get you out of the car seat, as you'd now been sitting in the thing for hours on end. Well, not only were you elated to be released from your tiny safety net, you were fired up to be free to move around! With some new toys for you to play on and play with, you were all to happy to burn some energy doing just that. Though soon after, Mommy would run out of the house for a few hours and leave us to our devices!
When will they ever learn, right Boy'O?
We made a party out of it! I got you upstairs, stripped you out of that onesie you'd been lying around in all day, and we got down on the floor and started rough housing! You have such fun being roughed up on the floor, Boy'O. Tickles and zerberts and tons and tons of laughter! When you started to fizzle out it was bath time, and so to save my shirt from your incessant splashing I took it off and decided you wouldn't be the only one to wreck the bathroom! And did we have a ball, Son. Splashing around and laughing, you were right in your element, Conor. Great times indeed.
Now though, we'd been playing for almost 4 hours! That's about all I can take, let alone you! Though after a fun yet relaxing bath, you were done... A quick bottle a bit of a rock and away you went to dream land. And what wonderful dreams they must be.
No philosophy tonight, Son. Just time spent with the Lion Heart. And with that, I'm off to get some rest.
I love you, Conor.
-Dad
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